Recalesce Poem by Crimson Love
Recalesce
Glowing with the heat of a thousand white suns,
My desires scortch farther my soul,
I scream silently for a pleasurable pain,
Brand upon flesh, loves name.
fade the scortch into nothing more than a scar,
a remeberance of a time when you were here.
The hand held singed at the tips,
Picking up these pieces have counted for not,
Yet still I try....
Attempting love again, would be suicide.
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